Lilith, her dress still in disarray, had drool trailing slowly down her chin. She shifted her body, turning to face the left side of the private glock.
Morvessa watched her like a disciple witnessing a sacred ritual, moving birdlike toward the left flank of Nathan's Private Glock.
Nathan swallowed hard.
This position is insane…
He had a clear view— Milky Mommy's milk-white breasts, and the firm, pale mounds of the pale pussy bird—both exposed in surreal symmetry.
Then—
Cup…
Lilith pressed her dark lips onto the right side of Nathan's shaft. Milky Mommy's tongue started traced the burning skin of the private blade— a skilled motion that followed the veins of manhood already beginning to throb visibly.
Morvessa mirrored the motion instinctively. Her petite lips touched the left side of Nathan's private meat.
Slrrp…
